I don't think we liked each other at first. Even though I thought Beth was pretty, I assumed she was a dumb Midwestern redneck and she thought I was some Uncle Tom because of my white dinner jacket and my smooth demeanor. The first time I saw Beth she was working as a waitress in the Denver bar where I played piano on the weekend. She was from Iowa and you...
Harvey stood outside of Jake's house, taking a deep, steadying breath before he knocked on the massive double doors. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, Jake was very unpredictable when it came to Jezebel. He had pulled up half expecting to see either Jezebel chained to a tree in the front yard, or Jake bludgeoned to death on the front steps. "So far so...
I had always considered Jimmy Bradford to be the luckiest guy in the world. Jimmy had a cool mom who was always friendly and went out her way to make anyone feel special no matter what. However that wasn't the main reason I considered my best friend to be lucky. It was the fact that he had a hot and sexy mom. Ever since I can remember I had always had a cru...
Hello! And thank you for checking out this prologue to The Best Cure is Love. If you came across this story and have not read chapter one of The Best Cure is Love, then I highly recommend checking that out first before reading/watching this prologue. Now a little information about the renders. All renders have been made with DAZ 3D, it's a free program and...
Everyone in the neighborhood called old man the Blue Hawk, but no one knew why. A rumor floated around that it came from his days riding motorcycles in the west coast. A bike gang called him the Blue Hawk because of his blue Harley that supposedly had a hawk painted on the engine. One person said the old man got his moniker from an Apache in Oklahoma after t...
Dan didn't take long to get his new slave Kerry into his house, thankful that she had offered herself to him as his property, whereas before she was only a barkeep. She adored him and serving him, being a chattel, it was such a relief for her. There was so much less about which to worry now. All that she had to do was serve him and obey his commands. All oth...
Note: The characters in this story are both over the age of 18, as stated in Pt. 02 of this series. Jenni is 25, Mark is 34. ***** Jenni looks down into the street below. The snowfall doesn't appear to be slowing. She watches a car fishtail down the unplowed avenue. Only a couple of souls are trudging their way to destinations that must be important. "W...
Things could get complicated with so many generations running about. No, not 'could get' – better say 'certainly are!' Jennie stood beside her host, Edward, watching through the living room window as her grandparents' car disappeared down the drive, headed to a two-day junket on the wild Pacific shore a hundred miles west of Seattle. Jennie's parents w...
Winter was peeking out from behind the blanket of autumn. The soil was cold and stern. The air was like ice. That didn't matter much for Rellenora. There was always a lit brazier for her. Not only that, in private moments, there were often two men cuddling with her. Those men were very, very useful in making her feel much more comfortable. There were cer...
Here is the next instalment of Jola's history, relayed in the first person, which began with 'Fresh Narcissae' and progressed through 'Narcissae Opening' and 'Narcissae Flowering.' Before this sequence I recorded my two encounters with Jola in 'Small Recorder' and 'Recorder Encore.' *** The day after Danka's departure, when we had free time together, the t...